all i have with me is a unicorn skull

Grah. My friends are all out playing basketball, there is a sumptious lunch spread out on the table - but I'm not there and I have no appetite.

I don't know how I'm going to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to, but I need to at least show up and clear some work. God. I don't know what shit I've gotten myself into to.

This caption would best sum up my weekend: it died overworked and lonely.

I probably expect too much from people because I give too much. So you know, the whole give and take thing? I should just sit back, relax and not bother about the nitty gritty details so often. Steamroller over them.

The fever refuses to go down. How symptomatic of my life.